Saturday 20 August 2011

The title says they're free, but you can have them...

   It's 10:30 in the morning; I'm in Indianapolis. The Best Audience Ever opens at 4:30 today, and I've been up since 8 AM. It's too early, considering the lateness of the hour we returned from the first night of shows at IndyFringe. (Fear not, advocates of temperance--the time was spent largely in conversation...while trying to find Kurt Fitzpatrick's car. The side streets around Mass Ave in Indianapolis look a lot like places I've seen in Buster Keaton movies, so the simple act of finding where you parked stone cold sober in the dark can turn into a routine worthy of Buster himself.)

"This one can't be ours--the radio's tuned to the all-classical station."

   No, folks--I'm up early due to good old-fashioned insomnia, just like Mother used to make you try not to have when she was trying to get some sleep herself. It's not due to any of the so-called 'classic' causes...it never is. Strange house? I've slept on park benches an ocean away from my own bed. Neighbourhood within earshot of the railroad tracks? So was the house I grew up in. I find freight trains soothing. Ditto for cicadas and katydids. No--what gets me, plain and simple every time, are these:
BUTTERFLIES!
  
   You've probably guessed that I don't mean the literal kind. Nerves in a performer are a funny thing--you need a little edginess to stay sharp...but, Dear God in Heaven, it can eat away at you. This morning, I'm in the midst of a swarm of metaphorical lepidoptera, some of them the size of 747's. Bits of the show come swooping down on me out of nowhere, like questions a professor has told you will be compulsory on a final exam, demanding that I run them in my head just one more time. As if that weren't enough, things I know I have to do in the days and weeks ahead start barging in like bailiffs with liens on my property, demanding my immediate attention. Did I send that e-mail apologizing for not being able to be a last-minute substitute goalie because I'm in Indianapolis? Have I remembered to stay in touch with my thesis advisor? Are we stopping in Toronto on our trip home? At what time in the morning will I brush my teeth two weeks from this coming Tuesday? And, of course...did I remember to update this blessed blog

   So now, the answer to at least one of these questions is a firm, resolute 'yes'. (You guessed it--I sent the e-mail about not being available to be a sub-in goalie.) The wild rush of activity that is part and parcel of the last-minute preparations to open a Fringe show has also meant that an interview I did with IndyFringe Talk slipped onto the World Wide Web under my disabled radar a couple of days ago. My apologies to anyone who followed the link in the interview during the past couple of days and saw a posting that was already gathering dust and cobwebs.

   Well, either another cup of coffee, a nap, or more busy-work to chase the butterflies is on the agenda, so I'll sign off. Hope you readers within a reasonable drive of Indianapolis check out The Best Audience Ever during its run at IndyFringe. I'll see you at the Cook Theatre, starting this afternoon. For now, though, I have to check our supply of toothpaste to see if we have enough to last until two weeks from Tuesday.

Monday 15 August 2011

If I could save time in a bottle...I'd probably lose the deposit on it.

   This post is going to look regrettably hurried.

   Uncle Fun and Sparky have already gone on ahead in the Funmobile to scout out Indianapolis for us, in preparation for IndyFringe, which opens officially on Friday. We'll be opening The Best Audience Ever on Saturday, August 20 at 4:30 PM, so we've got a bit of time to get acclimatized and make the rounds once we hit town.

   But those final little jobs before we leave home...hoo boy...

   The previews are over; we know we've got a show, as they say in the biz (we should have something else already, you ask yourselves?); but the last, bitter-end stages of preparation for going on tour always seem to obey Parkinson's Law--the work keeps expanding to fill the time available. It's moments like this that make me wish that Doctor Who was more than just something I use to avoid dealing with the fact that I don't want to use my time profitably at any given moment. Basically, what I need right now is Doctor Who's unique ability to nip backwards and forwards in time at will, and to be as many people as is deemed necessary by the need for an unassailably inexplicable plot device.


   That's enough of that...if I keep messing around uploading pictures, I'll be here 'til Christmas. There's more on IndyFringe at this link...in the meantime, we've got to get some more of those last-minute jobs done before the list starts getting longer on us.

Wednesday 10 August 2011

Rehearsals of fortune

   In the last posting, Uncle Fun told you to expect a little insider info on what can happen during the apparently simple process of learning what to say, where to say it, and what to do while saying it, otherwise known by the catch-all term of ‘rehearsal’. (I’ve heard people say that ‘life is not a rehearsal’, but since most of my life has involved little more than these three things, I beg to differ somewhat. It could be I’m just one of life’s understudies, though.) There are a number of fundamental laws and principles which govern the little corner of the universe known as the ‘rehearsal space’, so I thought I’d share a few of them with you.
   Let’s start with the easy ones that everybody knows:

-The likelihood of a prop malfunctioning is directly proportional to its importance to the plot.

-The likelihood of a prop breaking is inversely proportional to the ease with which it can be repaired or replaced.

-The resemblance between rehearsal props and the props you will have to use during an actual performance varies inversely with their complexity and degree of difficulty to use.

-Props and costume elements that require the most rehearsal to get used to will be the last things you get during the rehearsal process. This goes double for costumes in period pieces, especially corsets, tall powdered wigs, neck ruffs, and shoes with heels a good two inches higher than their wearer has ever had on his or her feet.

   Based on a similar principle to all of the above is something called the New Element Tolerance Threshold. This is impossible to determine in advance. You only know you’ve passed it when every new element you introduce in rehearsal—prop or costume—breaks the first time you use it.

   If you are in a production where publicity photos are taken near the end of the rehearsal process, one of two things is likely to happen:

1.      The photos will differ significantly from the production, in ways immediately obvious to the untrained eye. Key elements of costuming, set design and props may be utterly unlike the ones in the final production, or may be simply nowhere to be seen. If wigs or hats form an integral part of the costume design, people will walk around bare-headed. If it’s shoes instead, they’ll have bare feet. Actors will be unavailable for the photo shoot, and will be missing from photos of scenes in which they feature prominently. Significant moments in the show will be re-staged to make a better composition for the camera when photographed.  In all cases like these, the publicity photos will be posted in a prominent place in the lobby, causing considerable consternation, first among members of the audience when they see what the show actually looks like, then among the cast and crew when one audience member after another tells them about this. 

2.      If the publicity photos do resemble specific moments in the show, this will be the last time anyone in the photo can be counted on to reliably remember their lines, blocking, and other business during that moment. (Suggesting that the photo be displayed to the audience during these moments, as either an alternative or a means of comparison, will not go over well with anyone concerned. I know. I’ve tried it.)

I’m gonna interjeck with a case-in-point exampull here: this is whut Uncle Fun and Sparky’s Real Live Cartoon Radio Show shood otta have looked like, as conseeved in th’ mind’a th’ author:

This is whut th’ publissitty fotos looked like:




An’ this is th’ acktuwall show itself, live onstage an’ everythin’.

  Thanks for the blackmail pictures, Sparky.  Unlike what I’d been describing before these rude reminders of the recent past, a lot of the shows I’ve done have been conceived intentionally as comedy, which brings with it another set of circumstances altogether. Being peculiar in the first place, comedy has its own peculiar set of rehearsal rules. In its essence, playing comedy is simply feeding an audience cues for laughter, and letting them do the rest. Playing to an audience that isn’t responding is like working with an actor who doesn’t know their lines…assuming you’re doing everything right, which in itself can be a big assumption. Therefore:
            Every comedy performance is a dress rehearsal.
   If you think that’s a little scary, try its corollary on for size:
            If your comedy performances stop being like dress rehearsals, you need fresh material.
   It’s one thing to make them laugh on cue; it’s another to hear your punch lines coming from the seats before you’ve delivered them.
   The need to be half a step ahead of the audience, but not much more than that, is what makes comedy a constant challenge. In no area is this truer than when you need to work in references that assume an audience's prior knowledge of current events, history, and everything else that can loosely be termed 'culture'. Here, you run into a rule which seems utterly counter-intuitive, but which is absolutely foolproof:
To figure out the level of sophistication of cultural references that will work best with an audience, take the estimated average IQ of your audience, and divide it into the average IQ of the general population.
   This never fails. Audience look like grade-school dropouts? Now’s the time to drop names like Walter Gropius and Gustav Mahler. Doing a turn for a Mensa convention? Mention the Three Stooges, and you’ll have the geniuses rolling in the aisles.
   For this one coming up, you need to know what a ‘throwaway’ is. Basically, a throwaway is a joke or gag that isn’t meant to get a big laugh, but is just meant to keep the comedy momentum going until the next big laugh comes along. (So far, my entire career has been one long sequence of throwaways.) The importance of any particular throwaway in a comedy performance can be determined using the following formula:
The degree to which the presence of a throwaway is essential at a given moment is directly proportional to the length of time it takes to work out the throwaway’s exact wording, timing, and delivery, before it, and the jokes that follow it, get any kind of laugh at all.
   Almost the reverse applies to comedy routines, when taken as a whole. Here, the rule is as follows:
            The longer it takes to work out a routine, the less likely it will be to get a laugh.       
   Before this posting begins to obey that last rule, I’ll sign off, but not before tying things together by referring to the first rule I mentioned off the top of this piece:
EVERY PROP IS POTENTIALLY A COMEDY PROP—AS LONG AS IT WASN’T DESIGNED TO BE A COMEDY PROP IN THE FIRST PLACE.
   After all, a banana peel is only a piece of litter…until someone steps on it.


Monday 8 August 2011

Smoke and mirrors…and more smoke…but no fire…

   This quick update is in the interest of ‘feeding the goat’, as my friends in broadcasting term it…‘keeping the ball rolling’, as it were, or ‘keeping the pot boiling’, if you prefer. With less than two weeks to go before the official world premiere of The Best Audience Ever at the IndyFringe festival , Sparky and I feel that it’s high time you fine folks got a better idea of what you’ll be signing up for by purchasing a standard ‘Admit One’ ticket (and your IndyFringe pin, of course). Last night, we gave a preview of The Best Audience Ever to a selected audience of cognoscenti, and the results were more than encouraging. I’ll hand the word processor over to Sparky for a more detailed description of events as they unfolded:

We wuz brillyunt. Ya shood all go to th’ show jus’ta see us.

   Er…yes, while that IS an undisputed truth, our appearance in The Best Audience Ever is but a brief cameo. What you really need to know about the overall experience is this: it’s a quickly-paced hour that plays fast and loose with the conventions of live theatre, in a way that combines high culture, higher education, and an even higher level of hi-jinks. The preview audience saw the same show that Indianapolis will see, which is an encouraging sign for all concerned. To be at the ‘tweaks and tinkering’ stage this soon is more than the production team could have hoped for.

Well, our bit wuz perfick frum th’ seckund they hired us, so they wuz off ta th’ races on th’ right foot frum th’ get-go there.

   Sparky’s characteristic humility aside, it’s comforting to have the luxury of working out small details such as finding a reliable prop to replace one with more of a flair for irony than the script called for. The big picture is pretty much in place. So as not to jinx everything, the next posting will be full of ways the rehearsal process can go truly, sometimes irrevocably, awry. Until then, here’s a taste of that, as a palate-cleanser for the now-fed goat, a sorbet whose main ingredient is the answer to the question “what’s the worst experience you’ve ever had with a prop malfunctioning during a performance?”, as supplied by the performers in The Best Audience Ever.

Alison Cousins: Alex Eddington backed into the set for The Fugue Code [which Alison directed] once. He fell on his ass and then the whole thing fell onto his head (mostly the top bar dislocated and the curtain came down in a billowy cloud around him...)...he put it back together during the following bit.

   Once, at Odyssey Theatre (an Ottawa-based commedia dell’arte company), the director wanted a mad scientist experiment for an actor to carry on as the crazy uncle halfway through the show. So, the technical director got us this powder that could be heated up to create a dense smoke pouring out of this brass ‘mug on a handle’ someone had found. The production then borrowed my parents’ old propane camp stove (which was seriously on its last legs and had to be ‘pumped’ before it could be lit)... the whole thing was likely lethal as well as super fiddly to get the timing right and as the run went on the pot started to corrode. Basically it was a disaster... as the assistant stage manager I worked the stove and it was ridiculous!!!! Plus the smoke wasn't visible during matinees.
Rick Cousins: My worst prop is generally my ten-thumbed hands. Tools reduce me to klutzdom at the best of times. Onstage, I’m completely at their mercy. The worst example I can think of this involved a simple book of matches. I had to light a candle—I was the only one onstage at the time, and of course getting the candle lit was crucial to everything that followed. My nightly average was three, maybe four, broken matches before I’d get one to hold a flame long enough to bring it to the candle wick. The playwright had also specified book matches—not the wooden ones: when I wasn’t breaking the cardboard stems of the wretched things, I was breaking their heads off. My failsafe, in case I ever went through an entire book of matches without success, would have involved me going into the audience and asking if anybody had a lighter. Fourth wall, schmourth wall—do you want that candle lit or not?
   More on this general theme to come.
Uncle Fun

Wednesday 3 August 2011

Time to release your inner Yosemite Sam...


   Ordinarily I wouldn't advocate this, but it's in a good cause. One of the keys to becoming a better audience involves developing and honing your powers of visualization, in order to enter into the spirit of the performance. Now that the IndyFringe schedule is up on-line, it's as good a time as any for you to get a head start on this, as part of your preparations for attending The Best Audience Ever. The first thing you should do is to go to this link:

   Before you watch the classic of world cinema I've directed you to, a couple of words of guidance. I'm about to tell you to identify with and imitate one of the principals of this little drama, but only in certain ways. Becoming the best audience ever (especially at a performance of The Best Audience Ever) does NOT involve anything like this:

   Instead, there's a part of the cartoon I want you to pay special attention to: it occurs around one minute and fifteen seconds in. You should watch the sequence over and over again. Do everything in your power to get into a zen-like state of total spiritual receptivity while doing so. Dim the lights; put on soft, calming music; light aromatherapy candles; in short, take every measure necessary to loose yourself from the bonds of daily care, the better to shed your everyday persona, and allow your inner being to be enveloped by a different consciousness.Then, as you continue to watch this section, begin to repeat to yourself the following mantra:


"Gimme a ticket--gimme a whole mess of 'em--I'm a-splurgin'!"

   The rest is simplicity itself. Follow this link and click where it says "purchase tickets". Don't feel committed to a-splurge and buy a whole mess (unless you know a whole mess of people who'd like to spend about an hour having fun). All contributions, as they say, are gratefully appreciated. Who knows...you might even get to see Fearless Freep.

   If you DO feel like a-splurgin', though, there's a lot of good stuff at IndyFringe for you to a-splurge on. For instance, here are a few shows by folks we know:








   We're going to try and get out to see all of these...and more besides. The great thing about a fringe festival is that it's full of surprises and hidden gems. There may even be a high-divin' act.


Tuesday 2 August 2011

That sound you hear is John Maynard Keynes spinning in his grave…

Greetin’s, fellow finanshul wizurds:
So, I’m guessin’ by th’ time ya reed this, all the hoop-ti-do ‘bout whether the whole United States of America is gonna hafta be put in hock’ll be pretty much over’n done with…fer th’ time bein’, at least.
I’m not sure I get how all this works out, but I’ll explain it anyways. (This puts me no more nor less than on a par with th’ folks on Capitol Hill, frum th’ looks of it, so why shooden I take a stab at ‘er?) So far, I’m pretty sure that th’ U.S. govimunt dett crisis dint mean that th’ whole country wuz gonna be fourclosed on…
“And when I’m done with you, I’m evicting Spain, Italy and Greece.”
…so America duzzent hafta worry ‘bout havin’ ta move in with some other country ‘til they get back on their feet agin.

Beyond that is where th’ pickchur gets a little dim fer me, tho’. I’ll be th’ first one ta admit whut that I don’ know too much about money, but I do know this much frum hangin’ ‘round th’ playground durin’ recess at skule. There, th’ rule is, you kin make someone stop askin’ ya ta pay them back a loan whut they gave ya by sayin’ “you an’ whut army?” Now, as I unnerstand it, a govimunt is one of them things where if you ask ‘em fer yer money back, they kin show ya them an’ their army, plus throw th’ navy an' th’ air force in, just in case ya dint think they wuz seeriyus. On top ‘a that, I think it’s kinda ironcikal that th’ U.S. of America’s all bent up outta shape over payin’ off its detts, ‘cuz it wooden of bin a country in th’ first place if they hadden got a army together ta show some other country “you an’ what army” when that other country asked them could they pay up their back taxes please.  Search me why th’ folks in th’ here-an-now current vershun’a th’ Tea Party is so hot on balanced budjits, since th’ fellas what had th’riginul Tea Party there in Boston did it ‘cuz they wuz a buncha deadbeats.
All of that asides, whut nobuddy ever sez and whut I’d like ta know is who exactly a great big ol’ giyunt govimunt kin owe that much money to…

…other’n th’ obveeyus candidates, natchurly. An’ prolly since he don’t like missin’ out onna fast buck, Unca Scrooge’d just git Gyro Gearloose ta invent some gizmo ta raise th’ dett ceiling, if Richie Rich dint get Perfesser Keenbean ta do it first. Dunno whut th’other guy’d do, other’n mebbe declarin’ th’ whole thing a Bank Error in Yer Favor, er some such.
But as I sed, by now it’s all over but th’ shoutin’, which is like as not ta last farevur, so never mind that. Whut I think they otta give a mind ta doin’ b’fore th’ next time comes when th’ whole U.S. of Owe is fac’d with th’ prospeckt’a all turnin’ inta hoboes an’ ridin’ th’ rails is ta scrape up a li’l ready cash right here an’ now so’s stuff like this don’t bite ‘em all where they puts their wallets agin an’ agin. In my expeeriyunts, th’ best way ta do sumpin’ like this is ta have a yard sale. So, whutcha do, America, is this: get rid’a all yer useless junk that’s still worth a buck er two now but won’t be b’fore long, like th’ space program an’ Katy Perry an’ so forth. If that don’t keep th’ wolf from th’ door, ya may hafta resort ta auckshuning off states. Start with th’ smaller, less importunt ones. Any takers fer Noo Hampshire?

  If alla’ya stateside think that’s a wee mite far-fetched, well...it’s how ya glommed onta a good chunk’a yer country in th’ first place.





Google this if ya don’t b’leeve me.
Sparky
P.S. I find this method ta be way more betterer fer raisin’ money every day of th’ week.